That’s from “Forest,” by Mike White: the poem featured today in Poetry Daily. It seemed like a timely reminder to check out the brand new edition (#9) of the Festival of the Trees. Among the many and varied topics covered in this edition, I was especially struck by the beeched wail; Napier’s Bones; l’emondage; and the rather startling news that E‘s 7th sexiest celebrity in the world has married a tree — actually, two trees. Whether she herself is “trembling to be [a] tree,” the blogs don’t speculate.

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I had read about that in college. A while after I met Cesario he started mentioning his other wife, his jaguar wife. There’s mention of shamans having jaguar wives in a book about his tribe. It’s forbidden for female shamans to have jaguar husbands because they’re too aggressive.

C said she was able to tip him off sometimes when there was danger, also keep him up to date on things happening in the forest. She lived in another world, he said, but the distinction between there and here is very fuzzy in his intellectual millieu. The easiest way for a human to go from world one to another is with that drink they drink. The jaguars look like people over there.

He has three children by his jaguar wife. He told me their names once, and hers as well, but they didn’t stick with me. He told me he did some healing work on his mother-in-law one time. There was something wrong with her heart, and he offered to take it out and fix it. She didn’t want to let him have it, but he convinced her to trust him, and she let him take it out and work on it, and he healed her.

He drew a lesson from this, and told me: you can’t keep yourself all to yourself. Sometimes you have to have the courage to trust people enough to let them in to help you.

Thought I’d mention how much I always enjoy the Festival of the Trees, Dave. That one post about Aishwarya sent me on a tangent into vedic astrology that took up a good part of Saturday night. Interesting stuff.